Let the Dead Sleep
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Cafferty and Quinn

Publisher's Summary

An object of desire? Or of fear? It was stolen from a New Orleans grave - the centuries-old bust of an evil man, a demonic man. It’s an object desired by collectors - and by those with wickedness in their hearts. One day, its current owner shows up at Danni Cafferty’s antiques shop on Royal Street, the shop she inherited from her father. But before Danni can buy the statue, it disappears, the owner is found dead…and Danni discovers that she’s inherited much more than she realized. In the store is a book filled with secret writing: instructions for defeating evil entities. She’d dismissed it as a curiosity...until the arrival of this statue, with its long history of evil and even longer trail of death. Michael Quinn, former cop and now private investigator, is a man with an unusual past. He believes that doing the right thing isn’t a job - it’s a way of life. And the right thing to do is find and destroy this object weighted with malevolent powers. He and Danni are drawn together in their search for the missing statue, following it through sultry New Orleans nights to hidden places in the French Quarter and secret ceremonies on abandoned plantations. Cafferty and Quinn already know that trust in others can be misplaced, that love can be temporary. And yet their connection is primal. Mesmerizing. They also know that their story won’t end when this case is closed and the dead rest in peace once again.

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Handsome investigator who initially clashes with said heroine and then... well, you know the rest. CHECK

Heroine doesn't bother to clarify what her sainted father - bless him - was actually up to, and what this supposed legacy from him to her is until chapter 5, despite constant references to it by the other characters. CHECK

Heroine is supposed to be committed to doing something by way of profession - in this case she's, like, an artist - but exhibits no marked inclination to undertake any activities relating to it. Except for the occasional plot purpose (see below). CHECK

It's set in New Orleans so we get a sort of liberal, first-amendmenty tour of Voodoo from an apparent closet rationalist, not-at-all-crazy-and-scary voodoo priestess who helps us understand it's all really not-at-all-crazy-and-scary, and Good Voodoo isn't really the problem. Whew! CHECK

Comically silly villain. CHECK (not many are sillier, actually!)

And deluded menials. Who think they can harness 'the power' for themselves. Mwahahaha. CHECK

Sex scenes that manage to pitch somewhere between the comic and the turgid. CHECK

Heroine doesn't work out the multiply-telegraphed reference to, you know, that thing that's been niggling at her in the two sentence instruction from her sainted father - God rest his soul - until just before the climax (not the one alluded to above!) despite its, ahem, blinding obviousness. CHECK

Cell phones that work in a heavy stone-walled crypt, underground. CHECK

Heroine who's specifically instructed not to trust anyone is left alone at the strategic moment and trusts, you guessed it, a wrong someone. CHECK

A wrong someone who, despite all that's gone on before, squibs out on simply and conveniently killing, rather than just knocking out, the heroine's putative 'protectors', because it just wouldn't do to kill a dog now, would it? CHECK

And, wow, like that finished painting she did in, like, an hour in her sleep was prophetic all along! And you'll never guess who the sacrifice depicted was!? CHECK

And, like, wow, that other woman was the evil priestess all along! Who'd'a'thunkit?! CHECK

Let's face it; you've heard this book before. But it may beguile a few hours if you're relatively untroubled by the above...

As for the reading, it's spirited enough (boom boom!), but perhaps you, like me, will remain unsure who's supposed to be a Scot, and who's Irish, and whether nationals of either country would recognize themselves...